Ilse Pedler

      Jed of the Dodgems My brother said you can’t make a mountain out of a sow’s arse and at sixteen he ran away to join the fair; changed his name from Gordon to Jed of the Dodgems, grew his hair, slicked it back with Brylcreem perfected the art of...

Melanie Branton

      my brilliant boyfriend told me you’re not very intelligent, you only got good grades because you’re a conformist that’s the text we had to learn, boys are vowels girls are consonants, boundaries, sheepdogs, only there to hold the vowels together,...
Kate Rigby

Kate Rigby

      Hyperhidrosis     ephemeral tides of a faulty sweat-tap bits of rubbish wastepaper with lives of their own to form a gallery accidental sculptures accidental shapes escape plop and drop to land celebrating moisture drop from crevices or...